Semi-annual post
My boy is 2. I'm 7 weeks pregnant with the 2nd one. And life is good. I have a husband who will be keeping up our agreement on this house, meaning I said we could not buy it unless he agreed to put in a jetted tub by the time we were pregnant again. Well, he's running a little late, but this year instead of going on a trip for Thanksgiving, like we did last year, Van and I are supposed to make ourselves scarce so Dan can re-do the downstairs bathroom. So we'll probably go do some museums we're members of and some we're not. If tickets to KY weren't so expensive, I'd go home, but alas, they are, so local touristy stuff it is. If anyone is interested in going with, let me know.
Dan and I went on a trip to Pagosa Springs a few weeks ago, where we did nothing but hang out in the hot springs, eat, drink, get massages, and talk. It was awesome. (I loved it so much, I convinced one of my girlfriends we should take our next trip there.) I think it's funny that whenever we embark on a journey, just the two of us, I'm always a bit nervous. I wonder if we'll have stuff to talk about. Will it be uncomfortably quiet, cause the boy is not around to stimulate conversation? Will we get in a fight? Will we really enjoy the time alone together? And we always enjoy ourselves, some times more than others. We sometimes fight, but we really are a fantastically suited couple I think. He's great and I love him and yet I have no problem that regardless of these things, I'm still nervous about our solo trips because I think that keeps me open to the possibilities of our relationship, that it may slip, that it may need some TLC, that it is fluid and that's all okay. It's still love and it's important. It's important to view your relationships as fluid and ever-changing entities, otherwise it's suffocating you or you're suffocating it.
I am becoming annoyed with my Moms Club. I will not be renewing my membership when it comes up in June. I find it despicable that they say they're here to support Moms, but really they have an absurd amount of silly rules which not only fail to support Moms, but actually cause additional bullshit for Moms. Now let me tell you, Moms don't need *more* bullshit. One of my problems is that they keep saying our group is too big and that means that the individual members don't have enough accountability to the club, because hey-- there's so many folks, no one will notice if I don't go. . . . but really? Does a Mom need *more* accountability in her life? From a friggin' club, that's supposed to support her? It burns me up. I have plenty to be accountable to: husband, kid, parents, siblings, friends. . . . do I need more pressure from a stupid club? No. No, I do not.
My son has reached that 2 year old boy stage where for my sanity, I must get him out of the house and run him ragged. He's got so much energy and he gets so frustrated and angry sometimes! Whoo! If I wasn't a bit of an anger ball myself, I'd be wondering, but I understand.... it's all my fault. ;-p Alas, my genes are there biting me in the ass, I'd say literally, but Van has only bitten me on the butt once. (And you think I'm joking. . . .) He has tried a few times to bite my arms though. . . . bugger. (Bless him. He really is the cutest.) Mostly, he's a sweet, well-mannered lad, but lately. . . . whine-tastic. Luckily, I've been getting plenty of exercise. I joined a Saturday running group and I've been making it to yoga or pilates 2-3 times a week, so I have a ton more patience than if I otherwise did not exercise.
As for the pregnancy, I feel great. I've been tired and a bit cranky, but there hasn't been any morning sickness yet and for that I'm very grateful. They say that you shouldn't tell anyone you are pregnant until 12 weeks (because of the increased risk of miscarriages in the first trimester), but that's just not me. A friend of mine just had her baby, 9 pounds and 4 ounces and I'm trying not to think about that. . . . that's a lot of baby!
You know I'm very satisfied and sometimes that doesn't seem very lj worthy. How often can you hear someone say, "my life is great and I'm fulfilled" without wanting to puke? Must be remnants of my anti-*feelings* stage. . . . eh?
Dan and I went on a trip to Pagosa Springs a few weeks ago, where we did nothing but hang out in the hot springs, eat, drink, get massages, and talk. It was awesome. (I loved it so much, I convinced one of my girlfriends we should take our next trip there.) I think it's funny that whenever we embark on a journey, just the two of us, I'm always a bit nervous. I wonder if we'll have stuff to talk about. Will it be uncomfortably quiet, cause the boy is not around to stimulate conversation? Will we get in a fight? Will we really enjoy the time alone together? And we always enjoy ourselves, some times more than others. We sometimes fight, but we really are a fantastically suited couple I think. He's great and I love him and yet I have no problem that regardless of these things, I'm still nervous about our solo trips because I think that keeps me open to the possibilities of our relationship, that it may slip, that it may need some TLC, that it is fluid and that's all okay. It's still love and it's important. It's important to view your relationships as fluid and ever-changing entities, otherwise it's suffocating you or you're suffocating it.
I am becoming annoyed with my Moms Club. I will not be renewing my membership when it comes up in June. I find it despicable that they say they're here to support Moms, but really they have an absurd amount of silly rules which not only fail to support Moms, but actually cause additional bullshit for Moms. Now let me tell you, Moms don't need *more* bullshit. One of my problems is that they keep saying our group is too big and that means that the individual members don't have enough accountability to the club, because hey-- there's so many folks, no one will notice if I don't go. . . . but really? Does a Mom need *more* accountability in her life? From a friggin' club, that's supposed to support her? It burns me up. I have plenty to be accountable to: husband, kid, parents, siblings, friends. . . . do I need more pressure from a stupid club? No. No, I do not.
My son has reached that 2 year old boy stage where for my sanity, I must get him out of the house and run him ragged. He's got so much energy and he gets so frustrated and angry sometimes! Whoo! If I wasn't a bit of an anger ball myself, I'd be wondering, but I understand.... it's all my fault. ;-p Alas, my genes are there biting me in the ass, I'd say literally, but Van has only bitten me on the butt once. (And you think I'm joking. . . .) He has tried a few times to bite my arms though. . . . bugger. (Bless him. He really is the cutest.) Mostly, he's a sweet, well-mannered lad, but lately. . . . whine-tastic. Luckily, I've been getting plenty of exercise. I joined a Saturday running group and I've been making it to yoga or pilates 2-3 times a week, so I have a ton more patience than if I otherwise did not exercise.
As for the pregnancy, I feel great. I've been tired and a bit cranky, but there hasn't been any morning sickness yet and for that I'm very grateful. They say that you shouldn't tell anyone you are pregnant until 12 weeks (because of the increased risk of miscarriages in the first trimester), but that's just not me. A friend of mine just had her baby, 9 pounds and 4 ounces and I'm trying not to think about that. . . . that's a lot of baby!
You know I'm very satisfied and sometimes that doesn't seem very lj worthy. How often can you hear someone say, "my life is great and I'm fulfilled" without wanting to puke? Must be remnants of my anti-*feelings* stage. . . . eh?